Skip to main content

The "Can You Stump Moooooog And Jim" Caption Contest

If I know our all time chump, er, ah champ Moooooog and my brother Jim, this pic is right up their alley. Well, um, in a manner of speaking. How about you? Got a winning caption? Leave it and drop back Saturday and see.

In the meantime, drop by ettarose's, Kirsten's and Mad Mad Margo's for more captioning conniptions.

Comments

ba_hutch said…
Mom and Dad were not at all pleased when they dropped in on Junior and discovered that he had dropped out of school and then he had dropped his pants to be in the naked gay musical "Dogz".
Dufus could only shake his head and wonder, "Why?", as his brother, Jim, models his Halloween costume for his mom.
Moooooog35 said…
..and that's why no one wanted to go over to the Richardson's for 'family game night.'
Moooooog35 said…
Not only did Pinocchio start turning into a Donkey, but he completely starting going 'gay Walmart employee' as well.
Donnie said…
Isn't this stuff against the law? I mean like beastiality or incest or both?
Me-Me King said…
Now we don our gay apparel......
Me-Me King said…
Blaine's father hangs his head in shame when his mother tells him selling the "family jewels" would be necessary to save their mobile home.
Anonymous said…
Everybunny loves somebunny sometimes!


word veri: donsef
Some kids make their parents proud. Others, not so much.
Nancy really didn't want to pet Tom's kitty.
The Old Silly said…
You think the ears are long ... wait'll you see ...

The Old Silly
Tom suddenly realized he'd completely misunderstood what his wife meant when she asked for a kitty for Christmas.
Gracie and Bill were not amused by PetSmart's new promotional campaign.
renalfailure said…
I'm not sure I like this community theater version of Lord of the Rings.
Ronda Laveen said…
Pin the Tail on the Donkey!
Brian Miller said…
i always thought you would grow up to be something other than a dancer...so how much money do you make?
Baino said…
There is no caption for the lady sitting on the right. She looks singularly unimpressed. And Oy! I'm here for Theme Thursday so get crackin'
Nooter said…
ahhh, the amish. what we dont know about them could fill a football stadium.

Popular posts from this blog

My Back Pages - October

Well, folks, I read seven (count 'em) seven books in October. One I didn't finish but even at that I hit the magic number 50 I estimated for myself by the end of the year. The six books I successfully waded through were, firstly, What Happened, Hillary Clinton's book on her bid for the Presidency. I''m a bit of a political junkie so I get off on this stuff but still it kinda struck me as one long whine over losing. Next up was the excellent Canyon of Dreams: The Magic and Music of Laurel Canyon. Laurel Canyon was the fabled area outside of Los Angeles where many musicians and artists lived. Known as a 60s enclave, the book takes a look at just who lived there over the last 80 years. A fascinating read. Next up was Lightfoot, a biography of Canadian folk singer Gordon Lightfoot. He may have been responsible for some iconic folk songs but he was also quite the womanizer and boozer. Enough said. Then I read Dan Brown's new tome Origin, the fifth ...

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

Check out Ziva's Inferno for the rest of today's photos.

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born.  That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network.  And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard.  But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door.  And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran.  The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993.  I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share.  The formula was pretty simple.  A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains.  The show opened as follows... Imagination Day!  Oh boy! ...